Title: Duty of the Heart
Chapter Title: Memories 8/?
Authors: TrinityTheSheDevil and Karine
Archive: Just ask.
Rating: Well, *THIS* chapter might not be rated R, but previous ones are, so all you people under 18, NANERNANERNANER! *cough* ;)
Disclaimer: *Matrix voice*
Disclaimer boy: Do not try and remove the disclaimer. That's impossible. Instead only try to realize the truth.
Trin: *blinks* What truth?
Disclaimer boy: There is no disclaimer.
Trin: There is no disclaimer?
Disclaimer boy: Then you'll see that it is not the disclaimer that is removed, it is only yourself...........by a herd full of lawyers.
In other words, we don't own them. *sigh* Damnit...
Summary: When Aragorn and Legolas find a young orphan in the woods, they decide to bring him with them to Rivendell. This may be the beginning of a new life for the child. But, for his new life to begin, he must survive the trip first...
AN: Yes this is a repost, since someone that shall remain nameless *coughTcoughRcoughIcoughN* kind of messed up one of MY part, she took the sucky part instead of the long two paragraph sweetness I had written *shake head* So, the two paragraph in italic are the one that weren't there on the other version. And also, the LONG AWAITED chapter NINE shall come very very soon, since after writing this long author rambling, I'm writting the cliffie, errrrr CHAPTER END, yeah so meant that O:)
Elrohir wanted to wake up, but each time he tried to open his eyes, a wave of dizziness overtook him. When he finally got up enough strength to crack his eyes open a bit, he noticed Glorfindel sitting in a chair beside the bed.
"I didn't know you had a stubborn streak in you." Glorfindel said, grinning slightly.
Elrohir glared at him with his "say that again and you will die a slow painful death" glare, but because of his condition, it only made Glorfindel chuckle. They both turned toward the door when a very furious Elladan barged into the room.
Without a word, he made his way to his brother's side and cuffed him lightly across the head.
"Don't you DARE withhold the fact that you're poisoned from me again!" He said, half angry, half worried. Elrohir smile slightly at his twin, all the while telling him that it wouldn't happen again.
"How are they going?" Elrohir finally asked, dreading the answer.
"Well, Thomas should be awake soon." Glorfindel began. "Aragorn, well, he is not in a good shape, but he will live. We feared the worse before you arrived, but now he is out of danger. As for Legolas.." He trailed off.
"What about him?" Elladan and Elrohir simultaneity asked, worried beyond limit.
"Well, the only thing well about him is that he breathes. Your father is treating him, we'll know when he is finished."
"I am finished." A voice coming from the door said.
"How are you doing, my son?" Elrond asked when he reached Elrohir's side.
"I'm feeling much better Ada." Elrohir answered.
"I'm glad to hear that. Now, as for Legolas, his injuries are worse then Aragorn due to the fact that he had to battle twice. I managed to call him back to the light. But both he and Aragorn will have a difficult time. I want you two to keep watch over them tonight; Glorfindel will stay with the boy."
Elladan and Elrohir nodded, the elder twin leaving the room to go to Aragorn's one and Elrohir leaving to go to Legolas'.
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Thomas moaned slightly, as consciousness returned to him. He was wrapped up in a warm blanket, lying on the softest bed he had ever felt. Water was rushing nearby, giving him the feeling he was lying on a riverbank. Which was actually pretty close, as Rivendell was near a river.
Glorfindel leaned over slightly, watching as the boy awoke. When two blew eyes popped open, it startled the blonde elf.
Thomas looked at Glorfindel and shrieked. He didn't know where he was or who the other elf was, and that frightened him. Where was Aragorn and Legolas?
"Calm down, child. You are safe." Glorfindel said reassuringly.
Thomas made his breathing slow and settled back down onto the bed. He looked around, and found that he was indeed in Rivendell. There were elvish carvings on the bed posts, and tapestries of Elves all around the walls. The room was very airy, letting in the breeze from outside.
He looked back over to Glorfindel, the blonde elf having sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Wh-..who....who're you sir?"
The elf smiled. "I'm Glorfindel. And you are?"
"Thomas." The boy grinned slightly. "It's an honor to meet you Golorofindel."
Glorfindel paused. "It's 'Glorfindel'."
Thomas scrunched up his nose and tried to wrap his lips around the unfamiliar name. "Glorofindwel."
Glorfindel sighed. "Glor-fin-del."
"Glorfy!" Thomas beamed.
The blonde elf smacked himself in the head. The child....was using the old nickname Elladan and Elrohir had used when they were young. Ai, Valar...he suddenly remembered why he stayed away from children.
"Thomas," Glorfindel began. "Can you tell me what happened?"
Thomas' eyes darkened as he recalled the past events. He began telling about how Aragorn and Legolas had found him, and decided to take him with them to Rivendell. Then he told of the Warg attack.
"So these giant wolves tried to eat me." Thomas pouted.
"Wolves? You mean Wargs?"
"Whatever they were, they had bad breath." Glorfindel raised an eyebrow, and gestured for Thomas to continue.
His brows furrowed as he heard of the Orc attack, and Legolas and Aragorn being taken. He was shocked at the amount of detail Thomas was repeating, and horrified that the boy had to witness such actions.
When Thomas got to the part where he had been shot, his voice broke and he started hiccupping. Glorfindel gathered the boy in a hug, rubbing his back and soothing him.
"Shhh, it's okay. You're safe now."
After that, Thomas could tell no more, for he couldn't remember the rest. Glorfindel nodded and gave the boy something to help him sleep, before going to find Elrond and let the elf lord know what had happened to his son.
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Upon entering in Legolas' room, Elrohir went to sit in HIS chair, for in each of their rooms, there were three chairs. Each time one of them was hurt, the three other would always spend the night with him.
One time, Elrond had entered in Elladan's room the morning after his son had received a poisonous wound. He had tripped over both Legolas and Elrohir's bodies and fell flat on his face. They had explained to him that Aragorn had won the only chair in the room and that they had NO other choice but to sleep on the ground. An hour after, two chairs had been added in all of their rooms.
Elrohir was dragged out of his thoughts when Legolas moaned in pain, but he didn't wake. It seemed like yesterday that this one was still a young elfling. Elladan and he used to tease the boy so much that no one could have believed that they would be friends one day. But now, there they were, both considering Legolas as a brother.
It was why what had happen to Aragorn and Legolas affected the twins greatly, they were both their younger brothers, and they felt that he should protect them. So, as Elrohir saw the extent of the injuries done to Legolas, he felt as if he had failed him. He knew that what had happened the first time he was taken was not his fault, but the second time...
Maybe if Elladan and he had been faster, stronger, he would not had been taken that second time so he still wouldn't be hovering at death's door unlike Aragorn. It would take them a long time to fully heal, but Elrohir would be there for them both as Elladan would.
Elrohir was extremely startled when Legolas began to thrash madly, and he ran to the prince's side, trying to restrain him a little. But that only worsened things and as Elrohir put his hands on the prince, the latter screamed in agony.
A few second later, Aragorn could be heard screaming in the same fashion, and they screamed in unison for a few more seconds. Then, they both stopped at the same time, Legolas falling limp on his bed. He had stopped screaming, but still continued to thrash slightly. Elrohir's soothing words finally came through and Legolas fell asleep, but before he did, he whispered.
"Elrohir."
Elrohir sat back after having rebound some of Legolas wound, his right wrist being one that needed to be bound again. Elrohir gasped when he saw the mark, and recognize it immediately. It was one that identified you as a slave to the Dark Lord, one that he had seen in his mother's wrist. Tears were flowing openly at the thought of his mother who had suffered greatly into the orc's hands, and now his best friend.
After having rebound what needed to be, Elrohir drop himself in his chair, now more then ever wishing to exterminate the orc's population. Hearing a faint noise outside, Elrohir got up and went to look through the window. Outside he saw King Thranduil dismounting and following his father inside the house.
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Elladan sat back in the chair and studied the form on the bed. Bandages covered the young human from head to toe, literally. Aragorn wouldn't be able to lift anything for a long while, neither would he be able to walk without help. The whip marks on his back and legs would take a long time to heal, as would the arrow wound. Elladan vowed to be there with his brother, every second of the recovery. Although, the human would probably have something to say about that. Elladan chuckled. He and his twin were quite the mother hens where Estel was concerned. As was Elrond.
The older twin sighed and leaned forward, putting his chin in his hands. He couldn't begin to fathom the torture that Estel had been through. Orcs were ruthless beings, they thrived on pain and suffering. His thoughts turned to his mother, having sailed over the sea long before Estel was born. The unspeakable actions they did to her grated on his mind, causing a tear to slip from his eye. He hoped he did not lose his brother to those vile creatures. His hatred increased with each passing moment, fists clenching into his cheeks until they drew small drops of blood, which mingled with the tears before falling onto the floor.
Elladan was snapped out of his thoughts by the slight moaning of Aragorn. The figure on the bed twitched suddenly, before thrashing around in the sheets. Bandages were ripped out of place as Aragorn tried to flee from whatever nightmare held him in it's clutches.
"Aragorn, it's okay!" Elladan tried to hold the flailing body down, and winced when a fist caught him in the eye. "Shhhh, you're safe now. You're home! Wake up Aragorn!"
Another fist in a more sensitive spot caused Elladan to groan out loud, and tighten his hold on his brother. He had to stop Aragorn before the ranger tore the stitches apart. Which, it seemed the human already had, as blood started staining the white sheets to a dark shade of red.
Elladan jumped slightly when Aragorn screamed, matching the sound of another scream down the hall. Suddenly, the sounds stopped, and Estel went limp in the older elf's arms. Elladan soon got over his shock and gently laid Aragorn back onto the bed. He cursed all the Orcs to Mordor before checking his brother's wounds again.
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Elrond stood before his mirror, hating himself. His son was lying on a bed having just gone through one of the worst experiences one could live through, as did Legolas, and he hadn't done a thing. He knew of the pain Aragorn had been through.....seen a glimpse of it in his own mind. Yet he did nothing. He sent no warriors to find them, did not form a search party, or even go out himself.
And because he did nothing, his son was scarred. He had seen the branding on Aragorn's wrist, and knew that this would be something that Aragorn would never truly get over. It would always be a dark mark against his heart, the monster lurking in the shadows of his mind.
'Did you learn nothing from Celebrian?!' Elrond mentally yelled at himself.
'Yes, but you did not want to face facts, that your son could be dead before you get to him. You did not want to find his mutilated body, and know that you could do nothing for him. You didn't want to lose him as you lost your love.' A voice in the back of his head said.
Elrond sighed, and shook his head, telling the voices to shut up. He hoped Aragorn could forgive him. Forgive him for his failure as a protector, and as a father.
A tear spilt over his cheek, and Elrond hastily wiped it away. Giving into his anger, his frustration, his guilt, he balled his fist up and slammed it into the mirror. It busted into thousands of tiny shards, covering the floor. Blood seeped from several cuts in his hand, but he welcomed the pain. It showed him that, although he was an elf, he was still human.
Two screams sounded in unison down the hall, and Elrond quickly forgot the pain, fleeing the room to find out what was wrong.
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Thranduil had made it to Rivendell in record time, leaving his guards far behind in his haste to arrive to the Last Homely House. His advisors had dared to tell him that he was more needed here, that there was important matter that needed to be overseen. He had left anyway, not before throwing his advisors a glare that kept the spiders far from his kingdom. He could be accused of many things, but he would never abandoned his son when he needed him.
The second he dismounted, Elrond was there, and Thranduil followed him inside to the Hall of Fire. Inside, they both sat up and skipping the formality, Thranduil asked worriedly.
"Was it them that I heard screaming on my way here?" There was no need to ask who "them" was and Elrond answered simply.
"Yes, it was them. I went to see why just before you arrived, it seems that they both had a nightmare, but I had asked my sons to stay with them, they took care of it."
"What happened Elrond, what happened to my son?"
Elrond proceeded to tell him all that Glorfindel had heard from the boy. When they had met the boy, the warg attack, the battle with the orcs and their fall. Then Elrond told him what had happen during their sons' captivity but with great difficulty. At this point in the story, Thranduil's grip on the armchair was so strong that his knuckles were white, his face stiffened and Elrond could see fear in the King's eyes.
Thranduil relax a little when Elrond spoke of the escape, but returned to his worried/angered stage when Elrond told that he didn't know how Aragorn was shot and what happened after. What Elrond knew for sure is that they had encountered orcs on the way back to Rivendell and that Legolas had stayed behind to fight the orcs while Aragorn and the boy escaped.
"That is my son, always ensuring the safety of others before his." Thranduil whispered and motioned to Elrond to continue.
"When Aragorn stumbled here with the boy in his arm, he managed to tell us that Legolas was alone and with orcs, so I sent my sons to bring him back. When they reached to orcs, it seem that Legolas was hiding in the trees, but he fell and was dragged away while most of the orcs stayed behind to fight my sons. When they killed the orcs, they went after him. It took them a few minutes to dispose of the orcs that had taken him, but he had already given up. I managed to call him back to the light though, and now he is "sleeping"."
Then Elrond gave him a detailed account of the injuries his son had and Thranduil blanched when he heard about the mark his son now bore on his wrist.
No more words were needed, and after Elrond had finished, Thranduil got up, followed by Elrond. They both went to take the places of the twins and both spent the night at their son's side.
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TBC...........................................maybe.................now where'd that Disclaimer Boy go....gotta bone to pick with him....*wanders off
Chapter Title: Memories 8/?
Authors: TrinityTheSheDevil and Karine
Archive: Just ask.
Rating: Well, *THIS* chapter might not be rated R, but previous ones are, so all you people under 18, NANERNANERNANER! *cough* ;)
Disclaimer: *Matrix voice*
Disclaimer boy: Do not try and remove the disclaimer. That's impossible. Instead only try to realize the truth.
Trin: *blinks* What truth?
Disclaimer boy: There is no disclaimer.
Trin: There is no disclaimer?
Disclaimer boy: Then you'll see that it is not the disclaimer that is removed, it is only yourself...........by a herd full of lawyers.
In other words, we don't own them. *sigh* Damnit...
Summary: When Aragorn and Legolas find a young orphan in the woods, they decide to bring him with them to Rivendell. This may be the beginning of a new life for the child. But, for his new life to begin, he must survive the trip first...
AN: Yes this is a repost, since someone that shall remain nameless *coughTcoughRcoughIcoughN* kind of messed up one of MY part, she took the sucky part instead of the long two paragraph sweetness I had written *shake head* So, the two paragraph in italic are the one that weren't there on the other version. And also, the LONG AWAITED chapter NINE shall come very very soon, since after writing this long author rambling, I'm writting the cliffie, errrrr CHAPTER END, yeah so meant that O:)
Elrohir wanted to wake up, but each time he tried to open his eyes, a wave of dizziness overtook him. When he finally got up enough strength to crack his eyes open a bit, he noticed Glorfindel sitting in a chair beside the bed.
"I didn't know you had a stubborn streak in you." Glorfindel said, grinning slightly.
Elrohir glared at him with his "say that again and you will die a slow painful death" glare, but because of his condition, it only made Glorfindel chuckle. They both turned toward the door when a very furious Elladan barged into the room.
Without a word, he made his way to his brother's side and cuffed him lightly across the head.
"Don't you DARE withhold the fact that you're poisoned from me again!" He said, half angry, half worried. Elrohir smile slightly at his twin, all the while telling him that it wouldn't happen again.
"How are they going?" Elrohir finally asked, dreading the answer.
"Well, Thomas should be awake soon." Glorfindel began. "Aragorn, well, he is not in a good shape, but he will live. We feared the worse before you arrived, but now he is out of danger. As for Legolas.." He trailed off.
"What about him?" Elladan and Elrohir simultaneity asked, worried beyond limit.
"Well, the only thing well about him is that he breathes. Your father is treating him, we'll know when he is finished."
"I am finished." A voice coming from the door said.
"How are you doing, my son?" Elrond asked when he reached Elrohir's side.
"I'm feeling much better Ada." Elrohir answered.
"I'm glad to hear that. Now, as for Legolas, his injuries are worse then Aragorn due to the fact that he had to battle twice. I managed to call him back to the light. But both he and Aragorn will have a difficult time. I want you two to keep watch over them tonight; Glorfindel will stay with the boy."
Elladan and Elrohir nodded, the elder twin leaving the room to go to Aragorn's one and Elrohir leaving to go to Legolas'.
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Thomas moaned slightly, as consciousness returned to him. He was wrapped up in a warm blanket, lying on the softest bed he had ever felt. Water was rushing nearby, giving him the feeling he was lying on a riverbank. Which was actually pretty close, as Rivendell was near a river.
Glorfindel leaned over slightly, watching as the boy awoke. When two blew eyes popped open, it startled the blonde elf.
Thomas looked at Glorfindel and shrieked. He didn't know where he was or who the other elf was, and that frightened him. Where was Aragorn and Legolas?
"Calm down, child. You are safe." Glorfindel said reassuringly.
Thomas made his breathing slow and settled back down onto the bed. He looked around, and found that he was indeed in Rivendell. There were elvish carvings on the bed posts, and tapestries of Elves all around the walls. The room was very airy, letting in the breeze from outside.
He looked back over to Glorfindel, the blonde elf having sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Wh-..who....who're you sir?"
The elf smiled. "I'm Glorfindel. And you are?"
"Thomas." The boy grinned slightly. "It's an honor to meet you Golorofindel."
Glorfindel paused. "It's 'Glorfindel'."
Thomas scrunched up his nose and tried to wrap his lips around the unfamiliar name. "Glorofindwel."
Glorfindel sighed. "Glor-fin-del."
"Glorfy!" Thomas beamed.
The blonde elf smacked himself in the head. The child....was using the old nickname Elladan and Elrohir had used when they were young. Ai, Valar...he suddenly remembered why he stayed away from children.
"Thomas," Glorfindel began. "Can you tell me what happened?"
Thomas' eyes darkened as he recalled the past events. He began telling about how Aragorn and Legolas had found him, and decided to take him with them to Rivendell. Then he told of the Warg attack.
"So these giant wolves tried to eat me." Thomas pouted.
"Wolves? You mean Wargs?"
"Whatever they were, they had bad breath." Glorfindel raised an eyebrow, and gestured for Thomas to continue.
His brows furrowed as he heard of the Orc attack, and Legolas and Aragorn being taken. He was shocked at the amount of detail Thomas was repeating, and horrified that the boy had to witness such actions.
When Thomas got to the part where he had been shot, his voice broke and he started hiccupping. Glorfindel gathered the boy in a hug, rubbing his back and soothing him.
"Shhh, it's okay. You're safe now."
After that, Thomas could tell no more, for he couldn't remember the rest. Glorfindel nodded and gave the boy something to help him sleep, before going to find Elrond and let the elf lord know what had happened to his son.
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Upon entering in Legolas' room, Elrohir went to sit in HIS chair, for in each of their rooms, there were three chairs. Each time one of them was hurt, the three other would always spend the night with him.
One time, Elrond had entered in Elladan's room the morning after his son had received a poisonous wound. He had tripped over both Legolas and Elrohir's bodies and fell flat on his face. They had explained to him that Aragorn had won the only chair in the room and that they had NO other choice but to sleep on the ground. An hour after, two chairs had been added in all of their rooms.
Elrohir was dragged out of his thoughts when Legolas moaned in pain, but he didn't wake. It seemed like yesterday that this one was still a young elfling. Elladan and he used to tease the boy so much that no one could have believed that they would be friends one day. But now, there they were, both considering Legolas as a brother.
It was why what had happen to Aragorn and Legolas affected the twins greatly, they were both their younger brothers, and they felt that he should protect them. So, as Elrohir saw the extent of the injuries done to Legolas, he felt as if he had failed him. He knew that what had happened the first time he was taken was not his fault, but the second time...
Maybe if Elladan and he had been faster, stronger, he would not had been taken that second time so he still wouldn't be hovering at death's door unlike Aragorn. It would take them a long time to fully heal, but Elrohir would be there for them both as Elladan would.
Elrohir was extremely startled when Legolas began to thrash madly, and he ran to the prince's side, trying to restrain him a little. But that only worsened things and as Elrohir put his hands on the prince, the latter screamed in agony.
A few second later, Aragorn could be heard screaming in the same fashion, and they screamed in unison for a few more seconds. Then, they both stopped at the same time, Legolas falling limp on his bed. He had stopped screaming, but still continued to thrash slightly. Elrohir's soothing words finally came through and Legolas fell asleep, but before he did, he whispered.
"Elrohir."
Elrohir sat back after having rebound some of Legolas wound, his right wrist being one that needed to be bound again. Elrohir gasped when he saw the mark, and recognize it immediately. It was one that identified you as a slave to the Dark Lord, one that he had seen in his mother's wrist. Tears were flowing openly at the thought of his mother who had suffered greatly into the orc's hands, and now his best friend.
After having rebound what needed to be, Elrohir drop himself in his chair, now more then ever wishing to exterminate the orc's population. Hearing a faint noise outside, Elrohir got up and went to look through the window. Outside he saw King Thranduil dismounting and following his father inside the house.
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Elladan sat back in the chair and studied the form on the bed. Bandages covered the young human from head to toe, literally. Aragorn wouldn't be able to lift anything for a long while, neither would he be able to walk without help. The whip marks on his back and legs would take a long time to heal, as would the arrow wound. Elladan vowed to be there with his brother, every second of the recovery. Although, the human would probably have something to say about that. Elladan chuckled. He and his twin were quite the mother hens where Estel was concerned. As was Elrond.
The older twin sighed and leaned forward, putting his chin in his hands. He couldn't begin to fathom the torture that Estel had been through. Orcs were ruthless beings, they thrived on pain and suffering. His thoughts turned to his mother, having sailed over the sea long before Estel was born. The unspeakable actions they did to her grated on his mind, causing a tear to slip from his eye. He hoped he did not lose his brother to those vile creatures. His hatred increased with each passing moment, fists clenching into his cheeks until they drew small drops of blood, which mingled with the tears before falling onto the floor.
Elladan was snapped out of his thoughts by the slight moaning of Aragorn. The figure on the bed twitched suddenly, before thrashing around in the sheets. Bandages were ripped out of place as Aragorn tried to flee from whatever nightmare held him in it's clutches.
"Aragorn, it's okay!" Elladan tried to hold the flailing body down, and winced when a fist caught him in the eye. "Shhhh, you're safe now. You're home! Wake up Aragorn!"
Another fist in a more sensitive spot caused Elladan to groan out loud, and tighten his hold on his brother. He had to stop Aragorn before the ranger tore the stitches apart. Which, it seemed the human already had, as blood started staining the white sheets to a dark shade of red.
Elladan jumped slightly when Aragorn screamed, matching the sound of another scream down the hall. Suddenly, the sounds stopped, and Estel went limp in the older elf's arms. Elladan soon got over his shock and gently laid Aragorn back onto the bed. He cursed all the Orcs to Mordor before checking his brother's wounds again.
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Elrond stood before his mirror, hating himself. His son was lying on a bed having just gone through one of the worst experiences one could live through, as did Legolas, and he hadn't done a thing. He knew of the pain Aragorn had been through.....seen a glimpse of it in his own mind. Yet he did nothing. He sent no warriors to find them, did not form a search party, or even go out himself.
And because he did nothing, his son was scarred. He had seen the branding on Aragorn's wrist, and knew that this would be something that Aragorn would never truly get over. It would always be a dark mark against his heart, the monster lurking in the shadows of his mind.
'Did you learn nothing from Celebrian?!' Elrond mentally yelled at himself.
'Yes, but you did not want to face facts, that your son could be dead before you get to him. You did not want to find his mutilated body, and know that you could do nothing for him. You didn't want to lose him as you lost your love.' A voice in the back of his head said.
Elrond sighed, and shook his head, telling the voices to shut up. He hoped Aragorn could forgive him. Forgive him for his failure as a protector, and as a father.
A tear spilt over his cheek, and Elrond hastily wiped it away. Giving into his anger, his frustration, his guilt, he balled his fist up and slammed it into the mirror. It busted into thousands of tiny shards, covering the floor. Blood seeped from several cuts in his hand, but he welcomed the pain. It showed him that, although he was an elf, he was still human.
Two screams sounded in unison down the hall, and Elrond quickly forgot the pain, fleeing the room to find out what was wrong.
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Thranduil had made it to Rivendell in record time, leaving his guards far behind in his haste to arrive to the Last Homely House. His advisors had dared to tell him that he was more needed here, that there was important matter that needed to be overseen. He had left anyway, not before throwing his advisors a glare that kept the spiders far from his kingdom. He could be accused of many things, but he would never abandoned his son when he needed him.
The second he dismounted, Elrond was there, and Thranduil followed him inside to the Hall of Fire. Inside, they both sat up and skipping the formality, Thranduil asked worriedly.
"Was it them that I heard screaming on my way here?" There was no need to ask who "them" was and Elrond answered simply.
"Yes, it was them. I went to see why just before you arrived, it seems that they both had a nightmare, but I had asked my sons to stay with them, they took care of it."
"What happened Elrond, what happened to my son?"
Elrond proceeded to tell him all that Glorfindel had heard from the boy. When they had met the boy, the warg attack, the battle with the orcs and their fall. Then Elrond told him what had happen during their sons' captivity but with great difficulty. At this point in the story, Thranduil's grip on the armchair was so strong that his knuckles were white, his face stiffened and Elrond could see fear in the King's eyes.
Thranduil relax a little when Elrond spoke of the escape, but returned to his worried/angered stage when Elrond told that he didn't know how Aragorn was shot and what happened after. What Elrond knew for sure is that they had encountered orcs on the way back to Rivendell and that Legolas had stayed behind to fight the orcs while Aragorn and the boy escaped.
"That is my son, always ensuring the safety of others before his." Thranduil whispered and motioned to Elrond to continue.
"When Aragorn stumbled here with the boy in his arm, he managed to tell us that Legolas was alone and with orcs, so I sent my sons to bring him back. When they reached to orcs, it seem that Legolas was hiding in the trees, but he fell and was dragged away while most of the orcs stayed behind to fight my sons. When they killed the orcs, they went after him. It took them a few minutes to dispose of the orcs that had taken him, but he had already given up. I managed to call him back to the light though, and now he is "sleeping"."
Then Elrond gave him a detailed account of the injuries his son had and Thranduil blanched when he heard about the mark his son now bore on his wrist.
No more words were needed, and after Elrond had finished, Thranduil got up, followed by Elrond. They both went to take the places of the twins and both spent the night at their son's side.
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TBC...........................................maybe.................now where'd that Disclaimer Boy go....gotta bone to pick with him....*wanders off